A war is fought between angels and demons.
We are of little concern to either, but we live on their battlefield. This far from the conflict, the result of their battles is expressed in the skies. When the angels have the upper hand, the sun beats down. Our forests dry and burn. Our elderly die of heat, our crops of thirst. When the battles favor the demons, the skies are dark. Heavy rains flood our rivers and streets, and violent winds destroy houses.
We aren't sure which side we want to win.